The impulse to look up right away still kicked and kicked hard, but it was a response to power that Raylan kept power of by not letting impulse win. His gaze slowly moves back up, that spit and fire always at a ready hand if he needed to use it. He remembers how Collins was that one time back in the Enclosure, how aggressive Collins was when he wanted something.

There was no question in his mind what Collins wanted. That wasn't going to stop him from asking, from making him say it. It also didn't stop his own personal struggle with trying to avoid having an.. engorging reaction. Sitting at almost half mast already, he was hoping it wasn't noticeable in the folds of his jeans.

"And what's that?" His tone was just as casual as it had been, only a little more pointed as it was posed as a soft challenge with a faint lift of his eyebrows and the edges of his lips.